It was a quiet day in Delhi, a warm crisp wind rolled in through the partially open window of the top-level office of one Alexandra Rao. Today Alexandra had worn her usual outfit of a white button-down shirt, three buttons of course. Paired with a black pair of tailored slacks Alexandra would sit behind the wooden desk in her office that she had custom made. It had been three months since she had encountered Arran for the first time in years, where she had softened, Arran had turned stern and practical. Mercenary was the most apt term she could think of to explain the ferocious storm like aura he now held, despite his Psy nature she thought Arran to be like a wolf changeling, fiery and impulsive, with a cutting sarcastic wit. Thus, she was surprised when five minutes later she was told that Arran Gabriel was on his way up to see her.